Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 207 Where did this ancestor come from?
The eleventh patriarch's screams suddenly vanished.
But that chilling feeling lingered in everyone's hearts.

Was the eleventh patriarch thus devoured alive?

The nine Yin spirits of the He family ancestors, suspended on the cloud bed, instantly turned blood red in their eyes.

Their restaurant had been bustling with activity for years, and they were already known for their violent and cruel nature. Now, seeing Li Wushou devour his companion, their reason vanished almost entirely.

One by one, the evil spirits wriggled and greedily drained the incense power from the ancestral temple.

The inhuman parts of the Yin spirit's body began to emerge: twisted, grotesque eyes, sharp, knife-like tentacles, and scales covering half of its face.
The higher the rank of a Yin deity, the more severe the mutation.

The nine Yin Gods, exuding murderous intent, remained silent as they slowly dispersed in the sky, surrounding Li Wushou in the center.

Nine divine domains overlapped and descended, suppressing Li Wushou in place.

The dense Yin energy transformed into chains, binding Li Wushou's body.

The He family patriarch and other elders were equally intolerant of Li Wushou's arrogance.

For over a decade, they held the power of life and death in Daishan City, driving away one competitor after another. No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of the He family!
"You beast! You're looking for death!"

The He family patriarch cursed angrily, and then a magic sword flew out from his sleeve and hovered above his head.

The magic sword is about the size of a palm, its entire body is like white jade, smooth and shiny, and engraved with inscriptions.

Li Wushou, who had just reclaimed his own skeletal body, immediately recognized that the magic sword was made from the shinbone of an infant.

The other two elders, at the moment the clan leader roared, one of them turned and went to the artificial hill where they had just been, wanting to help up the two elders who had just flown there.

With a helping hand, the one who had taken Li Wushou's punch was now like a rag doll. Not only was a large hole blown in his chest, but most of the bones in his body were also shattered. He was now barely breathing, and his breath was barely audible.

The elder did not dare to touch him, but instead pulled up the elder behind him who had caught him with his hand.

The other person's hand bone was broken, and the broken bone fragments at the elbow pierced through the flesh and protruded, causing him to scream in pain.

The more he tried to help him up, the more his heart trembled. Just one punch, and two Foundation Establishment cultivators, one dead and the other crippled.
As for the other elder, he flew aside to quickly disperse the direct descendants of the He family, such as He Shan and his son.

Seeing this, Li Wushou made a hand seal, and two large fleshy trees suddenly sprouted from the doorway, instantly blocking the entrance completely.

The rampant growth of fleshy vines meandered along the walls of Ding Shi Yuan, enclosing the entire courtyard in the blink of an eye.

Upon seeing this, the He family patriarch's face turned ashen. Since they couldn't evacuate, they could only accept their fate. Now, all he wanted to do was kill this monster that had appeared out of nowhere.

"Let's kill him together!"

The moment the stern shout rang out, the white bone flying sword above the He family patriarch's head suddenly vanished from its spot.

Aside from the clan elder who was still contacting Master Fufeng, there was one last person beside him.

As the clan chief shouted, he pulled a skull from his robes. The skull was entirely black and gleamed with an eerie light.

The moment the elder pulled it out, Yin energy gathered in his palm and seeped into it. The skull's jaw opened and closed, as if it were murmuring something, but no sound came from the courtyard.

Standing in front of them, Li Wushou felt as if he had entered the underworld for a moment.

He was surrounded by endless whispers and murmurs, which captivated him, and he closed his eyes in a daze.

The next instant, ripples appeared in the void between his brows, and a white bone sword silently emerged from the void, its inscriptions lighting up. It thrust straight at Li Wushou, about to pierce through his head.

The nine Yin spirits of the He family ancestors, which were hovering in the air, also roared down at the same time, vying to devour Li Wushou on the spot.

Undeniably, despite living in luxury for many years in Daishan City, the He family did not seem to have completely fallen into decadence.

The decisiveness and tacit understanding they displayed in the instant they took action made Li Wushou want to give them a shout of praise.

But that's all there is to it!

In the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain.

Li Wushou slowly opened his eyes, and the elder beside the clan leader, who was holding a dark skull, changed his expression drastically.

What kind of mindset is this?
He felt as if he hadn't locked up the other person's mind, but rather imprisoned a colossal being within his own mind.

With a "bang," the skull exploded, and the opponent's hands were also blown to pieces, with several severed fingers scattered everywhere.

"Pfft~!"

The elder took a step back, the backlash from the spell causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The He family patriarch ignored everything else and focused all his attention on the white bone magic sword.

"Let's see how you hide! Die!"

Li Wushou remained calm as he faced the white bone sword pressed against his brow, and suddenly murmured, "Dodge? Is it necessary?"

"Ding!"

A crisp clang of metal striking metal rang out in the courtyard.

The He family patriarch's eyes widened in shock. Even with his composure, he couldn't help but exclaim, "How is this possible?!"

The White Bone Magic Sword did indeed pierce Li Wushou's brow, but it was blocked by Li Wushou's skull. No matter how he tried to activate the magic sword, it could not move an inch.

He had stabbed at least eighty or a hundred heads, but Li Wushou's head didn't feel like a head at all; it was more like a piece of divine iron.

Despite his reluctance, the He family patriarch had no other choice. Seeing that the nine ancestral spirits were about to approach Li Wushou, he prepared to use his magic sword to retreat first and try to break through the defenses from other places.

But then another unexpected event occurred, and he was unable to draw the magic sword!
And the mind attached to the magic sword suddenly trembled instinctively.

The He family patriarch felt as if a mysterious and bizarre monster lived in the other person's head, and at this moment, this monster was slowly opening its mouth in front of him.

No! It's not a feeling, it's real!

"Click~!"

A sound of bone shattering echoed, and the white bone sword of the He family patriarch gradually disappeared from Li Wushou's brow, swallowed up and vanished.

The He family patriarch's eyes widened in fury, and he too spat out a mouthful of blood, pointing at Li Wushou and demanding, "What exactly are you?"

Li Wushou's eyes narrowed, and his blood surged to the heavens. The divine realm formed by the nine Yin Gods was instantly shattered by the impact.

With every movement, the violent physical strength broke free of the Yin energy chains binding his body.

With one step, Li Wushou suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The nine Yin Gods of the He family, who had swooped down, finally reached Li Wushou's side, but missed when they pounced on him.

In a fit of shock and rage, it tried to circle the sky again to search for Li Wushou's figure.

Suddenly, a black shadow rose from where Li Wushou had been standing. The shadow was formless and invisible, and the moment it appeared, it stretched out its body, like a black dragon, weaving among the nine Yin Gods.

The Yin God's attack landed on the black shadow, but was completely swallowed up by the vortexes that arose within his body.

For a time, the nine Yin gods were powerless against the dark figure.

It was actually quite difficult for the shadowy figure to devour all nine Yin Gods despite their resistance.

But he can tie them up!

Judging from how Li Wushou swallowed them whole, if I were to actually swallow all these Yin spirits, Li Wushou might not be happy.

The dark figure darted around several times, then suddenly tied a knot in mid-air, instantly binding the nine Yin Gods to their spot.

Then he opened his mouth wide and began to bite and devour two of the Yin spirits, taking bites from the left and right.

He'll eat two of the nine Yin Gods; Li Wushou shouldn't have any objections!
Li Wushou had no time to pay attention to what the shadowy figure was thinking. After shattering the Yin energy chains of the nine Yin gods, he had already arrived in front of the He family patriarch.

The He family patriarch's expression changed drastically, and he was about to call a halt to Li Wushou's actions.

He simply couldn't understand how the days of offering sacrifices to ancestors had turned into a life-or-death crisis.
"Wandering Taoist priest, I have something to say."

Before he could finish speaking, the head of the He family exploded.

Li Wushou shook the blood off his hands and disappeared from the spot again.

"Bang~!"

The elder whose hands had just been blown off by the skull had his chest shattered, breaking him in two.

Behind the two, clutching a bone fragment, lay the ghostly figure of the clan elder, who had been trying to contact Master Fufeng.

Despite being a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was currently overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness, and could only helplessly shout at the bone fragments, "Ancestor, come to Ding Shi Courtyard quickly! A catastrophe is about to wipe out our clan! Ancestor!!"

Li Wushou glanced at the other party, and the elder instantly felt his heart stop beating.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Li Wushou disappear from the spot.

Finished!

The elder was utterly despondent and even felt like cursing.

He Shan is a descendant of the lineage of Master Fufeng. He brought this monster home. It looks like his ancestor is about to be devoured by the monster. Why don't you show yourself?

"Bang~!"

Another muffled thud echoed in the courtyard, causing the elder's heart to tremble and his face to shake uncontrollably.

But then he suddenly opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "I'm not dead?"
Somewhat puzzled, he looked around the courtyard and finally noticed something amiss in the courtyard behind him.

The elder who had just helped the wounded man was now lying on the ground, blood and fragments of flesh and bone splattering onto the courtyard wall, creating small craters.

Along with the elder beside him, whose hand bone was broken, he was also riddled with holes by the shards of flesh and bone, and died instantly.

Li Wushou frowned slightly, shaking off the meat paste on his hands. Even though the Yin-Yang Daoist robe could absorb blood and flesh, Li Wushou still felt it was somewhat filthy.

It wasn't that he wanted to smash the He family members into mincemeat, but rather that he genuinely couldn't control his strength.

Standing before a pile of minced meat, Li Wushou touched his brow, and several talismans suddenly flew out, accurately affixing themselves to the heads of the seven Yin Gods bound by the shadows.

In the blink of an eye, the seven Yin spirits were entangled in red inscriptions and absorbed into the talisman.

This is precisely the "God-Catching Talisman" drawn by the old beggar, except that it was not drawn by Li Wushou's skin.

He then touched the space between his eyebrows and put the talisman back into the Three Immortals Hall.

The dark figure leaped up suddenly, swallowing the two mangled Yin spirits it had bitten into its belly, and then obediently landed behind Li Wushou.

In the past, he might have been unhappy about not eating more, but now he was already very happy to be able to eat two.

Li Wushou turned and walked towards the door, where an elder was still leading He Shan and other direct descendants of the He family.

The footsteps sounded softly, like a death knell.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Li Wushou abruptly turned to the elder responsible for contacting True Person Fufeng and reprimanded him:

"What are you waiting for? Keep contacting Master Fufeng!"

The elder was taken aback, then shivered.

He could tell from Li Wushou's eyes that if he didn't contact him, he would die immediately.

Let's get in touch. Judging from their stance, even Ancestor Fufeng is probably having a hard time, but I might survive. So why hesitate?

So he held the bone fragments and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Ancestor Fufeng, come to Ding Shi Yuan immediately. Fufeng."

Li Wushou nodded in satisfaction and turned to walk towards the door again.

The remaining elder, his mind in turmoil, grabbed He Shan by the neck and roared:

"He Shan, you son of a bitch, where did you find this ancestor from?!"

(End of this chapter)